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Endgame: Tony Stark

In preparation for Avengers: Endgame, I have started writing a series of poems for the older MCU characters. The first one is for Tony Stark.

Tony Stark was finally done,
His suit was wrecked,
and his honor gone;
With a sigh,
His glasses he removed,
And on the sand,
Then then rested.
Tony Stark was finally done,
He saved his friends,
And Thanos he stopped,
So onto others,
The burden fell.

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  1. Oooo, I like this one. :) Iron Man is awesome, but my favorite is Captain America. First, because he's adorable, second because he's he's from a different time period, third because, well... he's awesome, that's enough. Anyway, I loved this poem.

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    1. Lol Captain America is next; I've got ideas for him
      I'm also planning on doing the Hulk, Thor, Hawkeye, Black Widow, and possibly the other survivors of the snap

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  2. PLEEAAASSSSSEEEE do the guardians, even if it's one poem for them all! They're awesome and hilarious!
    Anyway, THIS IS AWESOME! you really captured his broken spirit that was shown in the endgame trailers. I love how it was short but sweet and how you slipped in your theory of his fate.

    RIP IRONMAN June 18, 2008-April 26, 2019

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    1. Lol I might to dome, too xD I think he'll actually die, though, tbh, and not just give up...

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    2. Dome?
      I picture Tony giving up, but then either:
      A) somebody dies
      B) someone gives an inspiring speech
      and he rises from the ashes to kick Thanos's purple butt

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    3. xD Probably, actually, yes

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    4. Lol.
      Wait, typos? You? The one thing you brutally critique me about????? ALL I KNOW IS A LIE!!!!!!!! XD

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    5. If I have a rough night, the following day usually consists of several typos :P

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    6. It's alright. I'm just giving you a tough time.

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